Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Yep, the new movie is coming out. Previews show Carrie and Samantha on a camel and Samantha says something completely cliched like she's having a hot flash. Carrie responds with another complete cliche about being in the desert and not having hot flashes would mean she was dead. Don't get me wrong, I will probably actually go to the movies to see this. I like the story lines, the clothes and the whatnot. What I hate is how they talk. I've never met any group of women that talk like they do. And they're heralded for being "just like" a group of real-life friends. Bullshit. Haven't they realized that Samantha sounds like an actual dude yet? Or that she's pushing her 50's and no one wants to hear her never-ending sexual innuendos? I guess I'm part of the problem and not the solution by giving them my money. I guess I'm telling them that I'm ok with their dialogue. Well, guess what SATC producers, I'm not. I'm just a sucker for pretty clothes and bright colors. So suck on that.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
So everyone knows the Pioneer Woman. And I'm pretty sure that everyone wants to be her. Lives on pretty ranch, cooks yummy food, takes ridonkulous pictures and blogs for a living. Yeahhhh, that sounds not all bad. So when I saw this recipe for Crash Hot Potatoes around the internets involving potatoes and salt, my interest was piqued. So I made em. You can check the recipe and her step-by-step directions here. And while they were tasty, I'll never make them again. Wayyyy too time consuming. But you might be into that sort of thing. And in that case, here, this recipe's for you. You, my more patient friend, are welcome.
Anyway, back to this meal. Can you tell I'm from the Midwest with my love for meat and potatoes yet? Of course, when you think about it, I'm from Illinois, I should love pizza and sausage. Don't worry, I love those too. Anyway, if you skip the taters, I highly recommend you do NOT skip these sandwiches. The Marlboro Man/Excel Man would not do you wrong.
Monday, May 10, 2010
1 (18.25-ounce) box yellow cake mix
1 cup chopped pecans
Butter a 13 by 9-inch casserole dish.
Melt 3/4 cup butter in saucepan over low heat.
Pour the pineapple with juice into the casserole dish and evenly spread blueberry pie filling on top.
Cover with dry yellow cake mix and top with pecans.
Drizzle with melted butter and bake for 35 to 45 minutes.
And although Blinky isn't on the outside yet, John played it safe and made me eggs in bed and picked out a most perfect not-technically-a-mother's day present. He bought me a cute nursing gown for the hospital with a matching baby gown and tiny striped hat. Adorbs. I'm glad he didn't listen to his friends when they had they decided "It doesn't count til it's out" when it comes to buying Mother's Day presents. Lovely sentiment, doncha think? Hallmark, give em a call!
Total weight gain: Holding steady at 20 ell-bees for now
Maternity clothes? Yep. And ya know what's awesome? Old Navy's regular size crew-neck T's (my fave) are long enough to cover the bell, only in a size bigger. So I not only wear them around the house but I throw a necklace on and wear them to work. It's gonna be a T-shirt kind of summer.
The belly: Sleep: Ok, I'm finally ready to stop complaining. Sleep has gotten better. I've given up on the Boppy body pillow and am just using my regular pillows and adjusting throughout the night. It's gotten muuuuch better.
Cravings: McDonald's soft serve cones. They're an acceptable substitute when you live too far from a Dairy Queen. Now if McDonald's would serve jimmies (aka sprinkles for you weirdos) on their cones, then we'd have a sure winner.
Best moment this week: Seeing Blinky move. From the outside. Wierdest thing ever! Luckily I was lying on the couch at the time and I was able to let John feel me up too. First reaction? Creep city. Later reaction? Adorbs.
Movement: Pretty steady all day long but doesn't keep me up at night. Yet.
Labor Signs: Nope, but see my friend Sarah's post on labor. We are baffled by it.
Weekly Wisdom: Hmmm, finish your nursery early. Moving & lifting things, let alone painting and renovating, get increasingly hard. I had a few people tell me not to start so early because I'd be "bored" at the end when I was all finished the nursery. I'm glad I tend to do what I want.
Friday, May 7, 2010
However, with two cars comes two insurance bills, yearly inspections, two gas tanks to fill and maintenance. That's a good chunk of change we'd be saving if we went down to one car.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
So I wasn't always this fabulous, cosmopolitan street-smart girl from the big city (burbs). I wasn't always the girl who could navigate and parallel park on any street downtown. Or the girl who could attend college in one of the worst hoods in Philadelphia without a second thought of where I parked my car at night. Or stay out til the wee hours of the morn, wandering the city streets looking for my next drink. Haha that last one sounded terrible, didn't it?
No, I'm from very humble beginnings, the middle of nowhere Illinois. In fact, my father's whole side of the fam still lives there. I was born there and lived there for a short time before my mom got us to hightail it back to civilization (Philadelphia). And for some reason, I decided to go back at 19 and spend two years there. It was like going away to a college where everyone already knew each other and didn't pronounce water like "wooder". They, with no good reason, were highly suspicious of why I was there. What they didn't know was that I was there to buckle down at school and drive around the Mustang my dad bought me. See,in exchange for actually going to my college classes, my dad agreed to furnish me with a place to live and a brand new car. It only took me away from my friends and fam for two years and although almost every day sucked being away, it was definitely worth it. I returned home two years later, transferred my credits and got my degree. All these years later, I think back on my Illinois days somewhat fondly. Mostly because of the following:
They Let You in Bars at 19!
Thank you Illinois, apparently you're good for eatin' and boozin'. And that's a compliment.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Seriously. What will I make next? Stitch Witchery aprons? Slipcovers? Pantalones? The possibilities are endless.